God Weird Fairy

Chapter 22: The exam passed at the age of twenty-two and the exam has not passed yet
Mo Rufeng has been an invigilator for the year-end exam ten times and has seen many people's "Wen Fu" compositions.

Although the essay requirements state that there are no restrictions on format and style, there are very few students who actually use novels to answer the questions.

The main reason is that the exam time is limited. It is extremely difficult to write a good novel story with a clear theme within an hour.

Mo Rufeng was curious. He just wanted to come over and have a casual glance. Just like he had read many other candidates' articles before, he didn't take it seriously.

The thought "Maybe it's just mediocre" was still running through his mind, but he didn't want to take a closer look. Nan Yi was actually writing about the lower class people a hundred years later, and he was quite courageous.

It should be noted that the written policy theory can directly deduce the hypothetical changes over the past century; the novel style describes the social scene from the side, but it must be convincing to be considered qualified.

Mo Rufeng's eyes froze, and his mind was unconsciously immersed in the story.

"Old Mo, the volume is closed."

At 7:[-] in the evening, the other two invigilators saw that Mo Rufeng was looking seriously and shouted.

Mo Rufeng hummed, but his eyes were still on Nan Yi's test paper.

The other two people didn't say much when they saw this, and began to take care of themselves.After all the other candidates' examination papers were collected, they found that Mo Rufeng was still reading Nan Yi's examination papers. They couldn't help but be surprised: "Old Mo, are you still reading?"

Mo Rufeng tried his best to tilt his head and forced himself to speak: "Take it away quickly, put it in a bag and seal it."

Although the other two examiners were also curious, they focused on collecting the papers, so they picked up the Nanyi papers, mixed them with other papers, and put them into the bag.

Then, all the candidates were able to exit in an orderly manner.

After all the candidates left the classroom, an invigilator jokingly said: "Old Mo, you have read such a magnificent article and you are still fascinated by it?"

"I can't say it's a powerful article, but it's just a novel with strange ideas and it's really eye-catching." Mo Rufeng smiled bitterly, "If I hadn't had to rush back to the county government overnight, I would have stopped the student and asked him to tell him about the future. Tell me half of the story again."

Hearing that what Nan Yi wrote was actually a novel, the other two people also became a little curious.

But after all, I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I wasn't as itchy as Mo Rufeng, and he could continue to joke: "I'm not telling you, Old Mo, do you ever remember that student's name?"

"It's true that I didn't remember his name, but as long as he said he wrote a novel, he could easily find it." Although Mo Rufeng felt deeply regretful, his mind was not confused and he was still sober.

"Then let me talk to the local lecturer? Let him invite the student to write out the story tomorrow and send you a special letter to the county government?" The other person's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to take a look himself. .

"That's all, there's no need to worry about it. After the subsequent examination papers have been marked, we can look for them again and ask questions."

Mo Rufeng shook his head, not wanting to get involved with the candidates in private.

So the three of them stopped talking, packed up all the test papers for the four subjects, and then, escorted by Wu Anzu, headed straight to the county government at starry night.

And teams like them are spread across all counties in Dali tonight.

On December 25th, the third year of the Apocalypse, the night was like water and the moon was like frost, and the "year-old examination" was completed.

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When Nan Yi left the small courtyard of the school, a group of classmates immediately gathered around him and asked him how to compose.

After all, everyone saw the way Mo Rufeng was attracted by Nan Yi's article.

Not only were the other two invigilators curious, but Nan Yi's classmates were also curious.

Nan Yi said modestly: "It's probably because of the strange ideas and tricky angles I wrote that the examiner was stunned for a moment. It's nothing."

Some people want to ask more about the specific content.Nan Yi didn't want to answer, but just pushed Song Zhong, and then said: "It's late and the sky is dark. Let's go back and rest early."

After saying that, Nan Yi and Song Zhong walked out together.

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to put aside their curiosity and ask questions.Before walking out of the crowd, Nan Yi glanced at Zhou Qing intentionally or unintentionally: the aura was still there, and the ink spirit was still in the ink pen carried by Zhou Qing.

Song Zhong could see that Nan Yi was just too disturbed and wanted to hide away from the crowd, so he had no doubts when he followed Nan Yi out.

After walking a few steps, Song Zhong smiled and asked, "Brother Nan wrote a novel?"

He knew Nan Yi's "Yi Ming" identity, so he could guess it better than other classmates.After all, except for novels and stories, it is difficult for people to be fascinated by ordinary article genres.

Facing Song Zhong, Nan Yi did not need to hide too much. He simply nodded his head and replied: "Of course, it is indeed a good novel. It wrote a story about poor villagers in the county a hundred years later, using strange ideas to solve the problem and correcting the problem. The way to combine the questions may be a coincidence, just like the invigilator."

"Break it together to make it strange, and combine it to make it right?" Song Zhong savored it for a moment and sighed, "Brother Nan is indeed a great talent. His casual words can be regarded as good words and aphorisms."

Hearing this, Nan Yi's heart suddenly tightened.Looking at the dim sky around him, he had a vague illusion that he might be being watched.

"It's ridiculous." He waved his hands repeatedly, moved his eyes slightly, and then added half a sentence, "Don't blame me for hiding my clumsiness in class."

Although he knew that Song Zhong was just sighing casually, Nan Yi had an inexplicable intuition that seemed to be an illusion, so Nan Yi decided to patch up his personality and pretend that his current performance was different from usual because he was hiding his clumsiness in the past.

Song Zhong didn't have as many twists and turns as Nan Yi. He just smiled when he heard the words and didn't take Nan Yi's words to heart.

There are not a few people who hide their stupidity.

But some people hide their clumsiness because they are really clumsy; and some people hide their clumsiness because they are inherently clumsy.

Nan Yi stopped walking, guessing that all the students outside the small courtyard of the school had dispersed, and it was time for the Wu An soldiers in the courtyard to leave, so he said goodbye to Song Zhong and prepared to return to the dormitory of the school.

Song Zhong waved goodbye and said: "Go back and rest early, but please update Brother Nan more on "The Legend of Two Dragons in the Great Li"."

"Haha, it's useless for me to urge you to update. I have to go and urge Beiheju and Ming Pao."

Nan Yi waved his hand, turned around and walked back.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Nan Yi raised his heart and hunched his feet, but nothing happened until he walked back to the school building, as if he was just scaring himself.

He didn't make any change in his expression. After returning to his dormitory, he closed the door, took out the sharp knife he had placed previously from under the quilt, and placed it at hand. Then he lay down on the bed and yawned.

Then, using the motion of yawning, he took a long breath and closed his eyes.

But Nan Yi closed his eyes, his mind was still racing.

He thought for a moment and secretly thought that the vague sense of spying might come from the black cat that occasionally appeared around him before.

Even if there is no basis, even if nothing seems to happen, Nan Yi chooses to believe in his intuition.

Of course, it is out of the precautionary mentality of "I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist", but it is also due to the talent of "Deep Truth", which has the characteristics of passive effect.

It should be noted that the premise of passive analysis is to passively collect surrounding information.

Even though Nan Yi could not open the information panel because he did not lock the target, the passive collection of information made Nan Yi feel more intuitive.

He sighed secretly in his heart:

Although the annual exam is over, this year has not passed yet, and the things that I have to deal with may not be over.

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　Thanks to "Genji Xian" for the reward of 100
　　
　
(End of this chapter)